The Housekeeper’s Daughter Spoke Japanese and Silenced a Billionaire’s Boardroom

“My mom would like that.”

“She is a root,” he said. “A strong one.”

Clara nodded.

“She is.”

Mr. Harada reached into the pocket of his cardigan and pulled out an old red pen.

The same kind he used to mark her grammar when she was little.

He placed it on the table.

“For your notebook.”

Clara touched it gently.

“I can’t take this.”

“You can.”

“But you need it.”

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